âLooks delicious,â I politely say after retracting my gaze from the dried mushrooms.Then, I bid farewell to Bernie Huang and Cattie Huang and go to the barbecue stall that I frequently dine at.
It still isnât the time when the nightwalkers are most active. The small tables placed on the streets are a lot emptier. I easily occupy one of them and shout at the boss:
âIâd like to place my order!â
The boss focuses on grilling the skewers, completely unperturbed. The lady boss walks over with a small notebook and a ballpoint pen.
Without exchanging pleasantries or any small talk, I directly say, âTen sticks of pork belly, ten sticks of pork ribs, five sticks of chicken skin, one set of chives, and one eggplant.â
The beef kebabs and lamb skewers at this barbecue stall arenât very good, so I didnât order them.
Of course, the amount of food I ordered has already exceeded my initial expectations, but it doesnât matter. Not only did I save tens of thousands of dollars from the exorcism today, but I even earned more than 10,000 yuan from Miss Huang.
I have to treat myself!
As a normal person, after ordering so many meat dishes, I should always have some vegetarian dishes. I need to balance my diet with some greens. As for eggplants, I donât view them as vegetables. They transcend the concept of vegetables and meat dishes, and are unique existences in the barbecue world.
Sigh, Miss Huang is really generous. If I wasnât worried that CEO Huang would overreact, I would really like to add her on WeChat and ask her to trouble me more often. If there are any commissions, then just hand them to me. Of course, I canât take on things that are illegal and matters that go below the neck... I watch as the lady boss returns to the grill and repeats what I had just ordered.
Looking around, I notice that the other tables are occupied by groups of twos or threes. There are also people like me who eat barbecue alone, but they choose to have it âto go,â so as to eat it at home.
Hmm, itâs good to have more people. That will allow us to eat a greater variety of food. We can even have a few drinks... I ponder for a while and feel that I should get someone to join me.
Then, I suddenly think of a suitable candidate:
Peng Deng!
My childhood friend Peng Deng who lives nearby!
Without hesitation, I take out my phone and send him a WeChat message:
âCome out for barbecue!â
With my understanding of this fellow, he definitely wonât let go of the opportunity to rip me off.
However, Peng Deng doesnât reply to my message.
Heâs in a ranked game? I randomly guess the reason for this and start thinking about who else I could invite.
In this city, I donât only have Peng Deng as a friend, but the rest of them live quite far away. It doesnât seem like a good idea to get someone to take a taxi all the way here to eat barbecue at around eleven in the evening. After all, I donât have anything to discuss with them, and I didnât make an appointment beforehand.
It might be better to just eat by myself... I stand up and prepare to go to the nearby FamilyMart, Lawson, or a local mini-mart to buy some drinks.
How can I not have cold drinks with barbecue?
A few years ago, when the roadside stalls werenât under strict supervision, there was usually a mobile ice box placed beside these barbecue stalls. Then, they would lay some cables to siphon off electricity from somewhere to sell iced beer and various cold beverages. Not only was it convenient for customers, but they could also earn some extra money.
Unfortunately, itâs difficult for such situations to happen now, unless itâs a barbecue shop with a shop front.
Looking around, I decide to head to the nearest local mini-mart.
âBoss, help me watch my seat. Iâm going to buy some drinks.â I inform the lady boss, worried that there wouldnât be a place to sit when I return later.
âOkay.â The lady boss isnât worried that I would run away. My order is still being roasted. Even if I donât want it anymore, there will still be many people who can have it.
When Iâm almost at the entrance of the mini-mart, my phone vibrates.
Taking it out, I see that Peng Deng has finally replied:
âDonât you have a nightlife?â
âDo you?â I respond reflexively.
âOf course. My girlfriend is at my place here today,â Peng Deng replies quickly.
Following that, he sends another message:
âEating supper isnât good for your health. Take it easy!â
âBring your girlfriend along.â I emphasize, âIâm treating!â
âAh, okay, weâll be right there.â Peng Deng never needs to use transitional words in his speech.
âHurry up. Also, what do you want to drink?â I ask.
Peng Deng doesnât reply immediately. He only sends a message after I enter the mini-mart.
âIâm not coming. My girlfriend says sheâs on a diet and doesnât eat supper.â
âShe already looks so thin, why would she need to go on a diet?â I think for a while and reply: âYou can come alone.â
Peng Deng sent ellipses:
â...
âShe said that this is flaunting, a great insult towards her.â
Tch! I despise this adulterous pair for two seconds before deliberately saying:
âShow me your masculinity!â
â...Alright, Iâll show you my masculinity.â Peng Deng replies quickly.
Oh, has the world turned upside down today? Iâm stunned.
Then, Peng Deng sends a message:
âAs a man, since I said Iâm not coming, it means Iâm not coming!â
â...â Iâm speechless.
Putting my phone away, I head to the freezer and fridge to consider what to drink.
Frankly speaking, I donât like alcohol, but itâs not that I canât drink it; itâs just that I donât like it and feel that it tastes bad.
Therefore, unless itâs a request from a friend, I wonât expressly buy alcohol.
In all these years, there are only two types of alcohol that suits my taste:
One is rice wine, and the other is ice wine.
The thing they have in common is...
Sweetness!
As my gaze shifts, I see a strange man.
Heâs actually wearing a shirt, vest, suit, and pants in the middle of the night, as if he had just attended a business dinner.
This stands out in the stark contrast with a mini-mart or barbecue stall.
Oh, his eyes are red. Heâs quite handsome... I tsk and retract my gaze.
What does his attire have to do with me!?
At this moment, the young man walks over.
He hesitates for a moment before asking, âHello, can you give me directions to the nearest hospital?â
âYou donât know the way?â Iâm surprised.
The man answers with hesitation, âI just moved here.â
âOh.â I point to the door. âTurn right and walk straight when youâre out. Youâll be able to see the hospital when you turn right at the crossroads.â
âThank you.â The man nods politely.
I donât watch him leave as I continue to lower my head and choose my drink.
After careful consideration, I buy a can of pineapple beer.
These beverages are divided into two types: one is pineapple-flavored beer, while the other is pineapple-flavored carbonated drinks which donât contain any alcohol. It only contains a slight beer taste to drive away the heat.
Without a doubt, I choose the latter.
After exiting the mini-mart and returning to the stall, I wait for a while longer before I finally see my barbecue.
Just as Iâm about to enjoy it, a figure appears in front of me.
The red-eyed man in the three-piece suit walks over and politely asks,
âHello, can you give me directions to the nearest hospital?â
â...You just asked me.â I point that out.
The man seems to finally recognize me. His expression changes as he blurts out, âIâm lost again...â
Why are you saying âagain?â I wonder.